Old Socks

I kept sayin’ that I would see you

Tomorrow, or maybe the next day.

But another day passed and another

And another went just the same.

I kept sayin’ that I’d call you up

But I keep losin’ my ol’ telephone.

And I find that it’s never ringin’

Except to tell me when people go.

Don’t Wait.

Don’t wait

Until tomorrow.

You’ll be sorry on the day after that.

No one

Does stay

And you might regret

All of the times that you might’ve had.

A hot wind blows a chill

And there’s no one by your side.

You know you always will

Be trapped in your silly mind’s eye.

There’s no one there to talk to,

No one there at all.

So you walk alone inside your head.

Shouting to the empty walls.

Losin’ friends like old socks

As you’re tryin’ to clean up your life.

But they’ll always be spinning around

As ghosts inside my mind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your logic.
"Losin’ friends like old socks
As you’re tryin’ to clean up your life.
But they’ll always be spinning around
As ghosts inside my mind."
Few people will hang with us for forever. I like the use of old socks to make your point. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[J.P. Bristow]

The title drew me..loved the content

[Oyindamola Shoola]

this is a beautiful write....losing friends like old socks

[Cory Barrett]

Dennis this a wonderful read you have here. The concept of writing a poem about old socks is great! You got my ideas churning!